Poem

Little princess, your existence is rooted in mine, my soul is too close to yours,soul sisters we are,my pride of the pack,my tsunami of tears,the little bird that refused to leave the nest. You said you would grow up to be the president and ask people to help restore Persepolis. For me you are the embodiment of Persepolis restored. I don’t even know what to say to youwhen you are around,besides all the silly little stories I inventto amuse you.But I feel my heart leap when you are here,the birds in the ancient miniatures burst into the holiest of songs, and fly out of the ancient pages of poetry. Give me your hands, my girl, let me check your nail varnish.They are the color of the rainbow. You know when a rainbow appears? When the sun and rain decide to be together, even if briefly, then the rainbow stretches its colorful dreamlike carpet right in front of our eyes. You cannot touch it, but you can adore it. And that is what I do with you, my far-reaching rainbow of all the brightest colors. Under that reassuring grace of yoursthe dove comes flying with olive stem in beak to start the phase of rest and growth and peace. I can only praise you with my tearful eyes, and smile.